Feng Yi stroked his chin thoughtfully and then spoke reflectively, "With effort, do you think I can catch up to Roland?"
"Young man, you don't have much time left, and I might as well be honest with you—it's impossible."
"That strong, huh… I hope you're not just trying to knock me down. What basis do you have for saying that?"
"There is no basis, I only understand too well the principle that one generation plants the trees under which another takes shade. The prowess of the storm that you wield was created by others and is not the result of personal study; thus, there's no talking about any further advancement. From this, I deduce you'll never be able to catch up to Roland."